“It’s interesting,” said Tim. “I’m not really into art at all, but who would have ever imagined a wooden tiki figure standing next to a wooden bowl of bananas, pineapple and some fruit would hang on a wall somewhere.”
“And who would have thought that Tiki-Man would command such an enormous price,” teased Peter proudly. He started to laugh as he made his way to the credenza.
“Brandy?” he asked, as he poured the liquid courage into a snifter.
“Thanks.”
Peter raised his snifter directly toward Tim. “To new endeavors.”
“To new endeavors,” repeated Tim.
Glasses c*****d in toast. The men let the smooth burning taste glide into the warmth of their mouths.
“How is work?” asked Tim, breaking a momentary silence.
Peter put his brandy on the end table. “Demanding, as usual.” He reached f
